Being a keen observer, he noticed many small, round holes in the logs.

They were so near together that the timbers had an odd, speckled appearance, and there was hardly a place where he could have put his thumb without covering a hole.

At first he thought they were made by a worm or bird peculiar to that region; but finally lie concluded that they were bullet-holes.

He thrust his knife blade into one, and out rolled a leaden ball.
"I'd like to have been here when these were made," he said.
"Well, at the time I wished I was back on the Potomac," replied Colonel Zane.
They found the old missionary on the doorstep of the adjacent cabin.
He appeared discouraged when Colonel Zane interrogated him, and said that he was impatient because of the delay.
"Mr.Wells, is it not possible that you underrate the danger of your enterprise ?" "I fear naught but the Lord," answered the old man.
"Do you not fear for those with you ?" went on the colonel earnestly.
"I am heart and soul with you in your work, but want to impress upon you that the time is not propitious.

It is a long journey to the village, and the way is beset with dangers of which you have no idea.